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Eight years later…

Last night, a storm with 70 mph winds roared through town. We watched from the west-facing window in our closet upstairs, startled to see straight-line winds of this strength. We knew we we had damage (and missing patio furniture), but it wasn’t until this morning we could see the full extent.

For the most part, our damage was limited to large branches, rather than completely uprooted trees. Compared to our neighbors, I suppose, we were fortunate—no damage to the house as far as we can tell, and we located the patio furniture with no trouble.

We were very sad to see a large branch down on the tree next to our house, though, and several more in the creek.

Earlier this summer, we were remarking on just how much those trees had grown in the past few years. I came across the small black and white photo in the corner below while working on our 15th anniversary photo collage. I think I took it the day we moved into this house, just a bit more than eight years ago.

The progress is pretty remarkable.


Brushing up

Many years ago (perhapsĀ 10? 11?), I enrolled in a National Weather Service training class for severe storm spotting. It’s served me well, but it’s been far too long. So, Tom and I attended a shorter class here in town on Tuesday night. The official training has moved online, and Tom’s already successfully completed the module. I hope to retake the test this weekend.

Also on my task list: becoming more familiar with Kansas geography. Though we’ve lived her for almost eight years, I don’t even think I can name all of the surrounding counties.

Hoping for an interesting but safe storm season–there’s a lot of open prairie out here!



Rebecca: “Is this a hoarfrost? What exactly IS a hoarfrost?”

Tom: “It’s a frost with loose morals.”


April (snow) showers


Winter wonderland

A heavy, wet snow blanketed the trees last night. Schools are closed, and another snow day begins!




Day two

We awoke to another two or three inches of snow this morning—just enough to cover everything Bryan cleared yesterday. He’s hard at work already: Having finished our drive, he’s working on a few more in the neighborhood. I imagine he will head into the lab this morning.

The rest of us will be staying put. Olivia selected our first movie of the day (Rudolph), and there’s already been a request to make another batch of cookies. I’m hoping for more sledding, and perhaps a nap later for at least a couple of us.

Snow totals seem to be hovering right around a foot throughout the city. What’s it like where you are?


One hour later…


Snow day

It seems as though the entire city has closed down in anticipation of what could be a record-breaking snowstorm. The snow started about an hour ago, and it’s coming down pretty fast already. It’s thundering, too, which I love.

Owen and I are the only ones up–hopefully everyone will sleep in!



July in Kansas…


Summer storms

Last week, when the actual air temperature hit 113 degrees and water from the sprinkler evaporated before it even hit the sidewalk, the summer felt truly unbearable.

My dad called last Wednesday morning, suggesting we meet near Sabetha for an afternoon of fishing on Pony Creek Lake. Despite a forecast high of 97 degrees, I decided to move a few meetings and head north. I’m glad I did–the temperature dropped 10 degrees as I made my way toward the Nebraska border, and a breeze kept us relatively cool that afternoon.

We had a great time–the lake was quiet and gorgeous, and I very much enjoyed spending the day with Dad.

While the fish weren’t biting, the flies were. At one point I said, “When flies bite, doesn’t that mean it’s going to rain?” He responded, “Nope, it means the flies are biting.”A fair point, I suppose, as evidenced by the fact it didn’t actually rain.

But, yesterday–a day after the incredible heat finally broke–I found myself relatively certain it was going to rain . . . no old wives’ tales needed.